Sunday, November 9, 2008

Wanna meet me at the airport? I'm coming home!






YES, it's true; to know me is to love me.
Friends and Family,

I will officially be home for Christmas from December 16th, 2008 till January 30th, 2009. During that time, I will be busy around Christmas, December 25th. I will also be gone from New Year's Day, January 1st, till roughly January 8th because I'm driving my sister out to LA. Otherwise, my time is fair game.

I would love to see everyone and at least have a chat with everyone who reads this blog, all my friends and family, and those few of you who consider cigar smoking and a beer to be the best damn homecoming a man can ask for. 

So, if you'd like to get together, have me over, visit me, buy me dinner or just hang out, please shoot me an email at mikerudz@gmail.com. After December 16th, you can reach me at 815-968-7934. 

Love you all!

Mike

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Khutorivka Seminary





Above, top to bottom: (top 2 photos) Ivan, a fifth year seminarian at Khutorivka Seminary, talks to me about life, the choral concert the seminary is putting on soon, and delays his meeting with a teacher to ask me how I am, pose for portraits, and to exchange cell phone numbers and email. He is also from the heart of the Carpati and is native Hutzel, the mountain people that inhabit the southwest of Ukraine and live in the mountains; This centerpiece of the seminary is where the chapel is, the entire seminary revolves around this centerpoint in a huge semi-circle; Seminarians walk to Khutorivka in the evening; A panoramic view of the sky at 5:30 pm outside of the Seminary.
After the fall of the Iron Curtain, Ukraine gained its independence in 1991. That year, the Ukrainian Greek Catholic Church came out from hiding after half a century in the underground. There were roughly 200 priests to serve some 10 million faithful, and overnight the church began a frantic search for more priests.
Enter Ukrainian Catholic University(where I work) in 2002. My grandmother is Ukrainian Greek Catholic(one of several orthodox, eastern faiths in communion with Rome; i.e. they follow the Pope but practice like orthodox) and has been donating to help Khutorivka seminary, the largest seminary in Ukraine and the backbone of the new priests in the country. 
The people at this place are great. In general, I can count on seminarians to be some of the warmest people, as is anyone who makes the most difficult decisions possible in life. 
Most impressive is the building itself, complete with skylights, solar panel heating, computers and a gorgeous chapel. 

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Why we don't vote for communists






Before this historic election in America(which I covered in Lviv, photos to come with slideshow), I was out wandering around, taking photos on a sunny afternoon like I always do. Sometimes I forget that I'm living in a post-soviet bloc country that has been devastated by communism. Then I look out my window at the identical, concrete, human-filing cabinet across the road and I realize "hey! There's no creative expression in a totalitarian society, in fact, there's no expression/dissent/freedom at all! Yippee!"
This is why we don't vote for communists. I'm not making a political comment on the American election, please don't misinterpret me. Instead, you should know that this week I have never been prouder to be an American than these past few days. Words cannot describe what I've seen here, how devastated this country is because of secular communism, and how cynical the people are about change, politics and any sort of freedom in their lives. 
As Brett picked up a book on the history of Lviv a student had gifted me, he flipped open to the page from 1992, shortly after the Iron Curtain fell and Ukraine won its independence.
"Hey, look at this," he said. "This is the first store opened in Lviv in 1992."
Let me say that again. The first store was opened in 1992. Before this time, there was nothing to buy. Nothing. You waited in line everyday to collect one loaf of bread, one piece of meat and one piece of cheese to feed your entire family. That was it. People went nuts here when the hot dog vendor was introduced. The first signs of capitalism were people sitting on the sidewalk with an umbrella, a few thermos' full of lemonade and coffee, and some cheap hot dogs served on a slice of bread. It was like Beanie Babies and Tickle-Me Elmo walked into a preschool and handed out Skittles. People went nuts, they had never experienced free enterprise before.
A colleague described how his father was a miner, a well-paid position in the Soviet Union. he made a very good wage, but realized that there was nothing he could use the money for, nothing at all. There was nothing to buy, there were no stores for groceries, clothes, electronics, etc. Everyone had the same thing, everything was provided by the government. He put all his money in Soviet banks, and when the Union dissolved, so did his bank account and he lost everything.
It shows in the city. Looking at the pictures above, you can see a few examples of the dilapidated structures of the city. Lviv is the most western city in Ukraine, in fact many Ukrainians tour here because they literally think it is Europe. Yet, the sidewalks are falling apart, completely broken with bits of concrete strewn about. Everyday, the little old ladies have to navigate stairs like the ones above, stairs that haven't been repaired in 50 years and are practically wheelchair ramps now because they've disintegrated. There are abandoned buildings, like the one above, that were built by the soviets, never developed, and left to become ghosts of a failed regime lurking in the past.
The infrastructure is nonexistent here, evidenced by the lack of proper roads, transportation, healthcare, fire and police safety and numerous other deficiencies. Yet, Ukraine has been free for 16 years. But it will live with the scars of communism for lifetimes to come. 

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

America, Thank God for what you have





Above, top to bottom:John McCain(R-AZ) speaks to supporters at a fundraising event in Milwaukee, Wisconsin on February 17th; Sen. Barack Obama(D-IL) speaks at the Democratic Party of Wisconsin's Annual Gala at the Midwest Airlines Center in Milwaukee, Wisconsin on February 16th; John McCain(R-AZ) waves to supporters as his wife Cindy and students from Marquette College Republicans cheer during a rally at the Sheraton Hotel in Waukesha, Wisconsin on February 19; Hillary Rodham Clinton(D-NY) greets supporters at the Democratic Party of Wisconsin's Annual Gala at the Midwest Airlines Center in Milwaukee, Wisconsin on February 16th;  Sen. Barack Obama(D-IL) answers questions from reporters before a rally at the Midwest Airlines Center in Milwaukee, Wisconsin on February 15th. 

Have Americans pondered just how long this grueling election has gone on? Since February of 2007. That's almost two years, two years, that Obama has been campaigning, and McCain doesn't fall far behind. Quite frankly, I can't stand it anymore! Enough I said! I'm going to Ukraine where I can escape from all that!
And I came to Ukraine looking with interest at the escalating political drama between the president and the prime minister, the apathetic masses, the dissatisfaction and the corruption. I came to my classes within 2 weeks of school and asked "What's your opinion on politics in Ukraine?" Thrilled to finally be interested in politics that were distinctly not American. And now what do my students ask me?
"What do you think of Obama?"
"Who are you voting for?" 
"Who do Americans want to win?"
I suppose I'll never get away from it all.
Overwhelmingly, Ukrainians support Obama over Ukraine. Of those students I polled, at least 60% that voted chose Obama over McCain. Many of them were unaware(I educated them) of the current political situation in America, what the issues are and who's running. Ironically, many of them are willing to get behind a candidate with absolutely no knowledge of what he/she stands for in the election.
But they are far more optimistic about America than they are about their own country. Many Ukrainians don't get pumped up, flustered, or even angry when I ask about politics. They just sigh and shrug, roll their eyes and say "we don't care. What's the point? Nothing ever changes and everyone is corrupt." Which is true.
America, thank God that you have what you do. Just a month ago, Ukrainian President Victor Yushchenko called snap parliamentary elections in defiance of his Prime Minister, Yulia Tymoshenko. The elections are actually illegal and defy the constitution of this country. Although the move has been labeled as a maneuver to undermine the Prime Minister, she has done no better by challenging the national elections in a city court, also illegal. Ukrainians, at best, are not surprised and don't care. People go on with their lives as if it was any other day. 
There was just an article in the business journal here about how Ukraine is ready for adversity and hardship, for a lack of trustworthy government and economically trying times. That's what Ukraine has specialized in for the past 600 years! This country has been used and abused in so many ways, it's no surprise that the president and new, democratic, pro-western government are doing it again now.
In Russia, Putin called up the head of the United Russia party and announced he was going to be their new leader, effectively making him the new Prime Minister(the post he currently holds). The ex-KGB agent wasn't even a member of that party until he decided they needed a new leader. Imagine if Bush called Howard Dean this evening and announced he was replacing him! America would tear itself apart, riots would happen in the streets, the press would have a field day and there would be anarchy. In Russia, no one bats an eye.
Be thankful, my fellow Americans. You are truly blessed. 

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Why Ukrainians Are More Patriotic than Americans


This may rub a few of my fellow Americans the wrong way, especially right before the election, but after living in Ukraine for two months I have concluded that Ukrainians are more patriotic than Americans. That includes me. Never have I appreciated the USA more than now when I am living abroad, but I am ever more impressed by Ukrainian pride and their knowledge of their history and their country.
The dark figure singing in the video above sews his own clothes, in an ethnic Ukrainian style, sings Ukrainian folk songs he knows by heart, cooks Ukrainian dishes, has his hair cut in a style similar to the mountain peoples of this region, and plays in a band that sings, you guessed it, all Ukrainian songs. He's 19. How many teenage Americans do I know that can recite the Pledge of Allegiance or the Star-Spangled Banner by heart? How many of them know their country's history back and forth like Ukrainians do? 
I innocently made the egregious error of asking what the 'Holodymyr'('Ho-low-dim-mir') was to a ukrainian friend. I was lectured for 20 minutes on the history of the Holodymyr Famine mandated by Stalin in 1929. Ukraine, the 'breadbasket of Europe,' was underneath soviet control and despite a dire drought throughout the west of Ukraine, Stalin still demanded his yearly grain quota demanded of outlying soviet territories. Thousands perished because of Stalin's artificially created famine which lasted for three years. Ukrainians haven't forgotten it, and if you make the mistake of bringing it up, they'll make sure you never forget it either. 
Ukrainian historical memory reaches back as far 988 when the Kyivian Rus(the people of Kyiv) were baptized and Christianity was brought to the country. This event is so central to Ukrainian history that it is still celebrated every year on the same day. Ukrainians go so far to dissociate themselves with their pagan past before 988 as to use the word for pagan, "pohany," for the word for 'bad'("Pohano"). 
But what shocks is the number of Ukrainians familiar with this history and the number who identify with it. Everyone knows what you are talking about if you bring up "Kyivian Rus" or "Holodymyr." How come? How come they feel so strongly about their own history and many Americans can't tell you which century WWII was in?
Things are very different in Eastern Ukraine, which doesn't identify at all with this history and is far more Russian than Ukrainian. Still, the very idea of these people remembering their history as a means of self-preservation is astounding. I am impressed. 

Saturday, November 1, 2008

A Happy Ukrainian Halloween to you, too




Above, top to bottom: Some newly-made friends have a smoke during the halloween house party; some new friends, clockwise from top: Yazid, an Algerian who lives in Lille, France and is teaching French in Lviv, Sophia, an Australian who's attending high school in Lviv, Gabo, an Ecuadorian attending the Polytechnic University for engineering for the next four years, Bozena from Toronto, a fellow english teacher, and Mark from Toronto, who taught english at UCU last year; the house party is hopping at midnight, but I'm too old for that kind of stuff and I went home by 1 am; from left: Robert from Michigan who teaches at Benedictine University and is on Fullbright at UCU, Irene who spent 8 years teaching in Ghana, Tanzania and several other African countries, Russia, England and now Ukraine, and Brett who I live with. 
If you have a peculiar holiday that requires everyone you know to dress up in a ghoulish costume, parade around town like a drunken idiot in the middle of the night, collect candy and eventually pass out, how do you explain that to someone who's never done it? I spent 15 minutes explaining the concept of 'hay rides' to a student I tutor, and she could not, just could not, get over the idea of the horse not living in my neighborhood.
"So, dee horse lives in the neighborhood?"
"no, he's trucked in."
"Trucked in? You eat him?"
"No no! They put the horse in a trailer and the bring him to the neighborhood, and he pulls the cart around."
"Why does not the horse walk to you?"
"Because it's too far."
"The horse does not live with you?

I eventually had to accept that this holiday was completely foreign to Ukrainians, and to anyone outside the US. In fact, we don't even know why we celebrate it(halloween is actually religious- All Saints' Day is the following day, and dressing up was a way of 'scaring' the 'evil spirits' present to prepare for the saints) and so Ukrainians are pretty confused. That doesn't stop them from making complete fools out of themselves, though. 
I was bemused by two clowns that walked into the city center, posed in front of a fountain, and took turns taking pictures of each other. Costumes aren't plentiful in Ukraine, and neither is money, so cheap, poorly made getups provided great entertainment. 
I spent the first part of the evening out with two Americans, Irene and Rob, and my roommate Brett. We had a great time, and it was wonderful to talk to other Americans. You really don't appreciate your own country, or the people that come from it, until you leave.
I was invited to a house party later that night by one of my english teacher colleagues, Bozena from Toronto. She has wonderful friends who were great fun, and I look forward to hanging out with them again.